"They are not dangerous now, except to property," he said. "They may do a little accidental shooting, of course, for the colonel is very drunk, and down on you, Hemming, for spoiling his profitable game. That new chap seems to be quite off his head. Never heard such fool talk in all my life as he is spouting."
"Did Santosa get away?" asked Hemming.
"Two men went after him, and only one came back, and he is in the hospital," replied the doctor.
"Who looked after him?" inquired Hemming.
"I stitched him up before I came away," replied Scott, casually.
CHAPTER XI.
THE COLONEL'S ULTIMATUM
The little garrison breakfasted before sunrise. They had been busily occupied all night, securing doors and windows against any sudden attack. Smith made the secretary a huge bowl of beef tea, much to that warlike invalid's disgust.
"See here, Smith," he said, "if I can fight, I can eat."
"Miss Tetson's orders, sir," replied the man, gravely.